––– Frozen Past –––
Title – Frozen Past
World – Pokemon Adventures
Characters – Silver and Blue.
Pairing – Hinted ChosenShipping, but it's more of a brother/sister relationship. Also, they're both kids here, so there's not a lot of romance.
Genres – Angst, Drama, Friendship.
Warning – Will include huge amounts of angst, sadness, and crying. Violence too, thanks to that fucking Mask of Ice. Also, language, probably.
Notes – There will be two parts in these chapters, however long this fic will last. One part is from Silver's POV, and the other one is from Blue's.
Disclaimer – Pokémon Adventures belongs to Hidenori Kusaka. I only own this story that I've written.
. / S / .
The small boy fell down to his knees in defeat. Once again, he had failed. Everything his Master was expecting him to do always resulted in failure. He wanted to cry so bad, and the pale mask tightly stretched upon his face was preventing him from being seen. He let the tears run down from his steel colored eyes, shame washing unto him even though he had no reason to be. His thin frame was shaking from head to toe.
When the boy calmed down, he looked up at the perpetually masked figure of his Master. He could never know what the menacing man was thinking. And this situation scared him. The black-robed man walked up to his apprentice and remained silent.
But his body spoke for himself.
The boy fell on his back as the man striked him across the face. His mask was sent flying to the other side of the room as Silver shrieked out in pain. Fear taking over him, he crawled away to the spot where his mask had fallen down, and scurried out of the room as fast as his short legs would allow him. He heard the grim sound of his Master's cape brushing against the floor behind him, and he ran even faster, terror and shame overwhelming him as he escaped in the darkness.
. / B / .
Silver collapsed on the floor when he finally reached the small bedroom he was sharing with his partner. Bedroom is an extremely generous word; in fact, the small chamber which served as a resting area for the both of them, had two cranky beds on either side. It was dimly lighted, and littered with dust and smelled of a nasty, persistent odor. "This is most certainly the smell of dried blood", Blue said the first time they went into the room. Silver was feeling sick at such a repulsing idea. But he still considered it more than likely.
As she heard the boy falling to the ground, Blue got up from the bed she was huddled on and ran to him. "Oh no", she said in a shaky voice. "S-silver, are you okay?" But he had already blacked out. Getting up on her trembling legs, the girl dragged him to the bed and removed his mask from his face. A dark, crimson bruise was plastered across Silver's pale complexion. Blue let out a choked, horrified cry. She knelt down next to the bed and stroked his long red hair until she drifted off into a tormented, restless sleep.